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| MALIZ ONG |
for love
there is no science of love
though many have tried to
track scattered pebbles
from the mountain for a triggering
cue –
cue –
there is no science of love
how memory lights darkness
seals smallest and most
gaping crack in any soul
there is some sort of saintly
sheen on love even for those
who hold no truck with such -
grand as the blaze of sunrise
simple as a field of daisies -
love uncontained as it is held
the essence of polarity at play
No, there is no science of love
simple as a field of daisies -
love uncontained as it is held
the essence of polarity at play
No, there is no science of love
to deconstruct would be to
wrestle an angel to autopsy
why?
there is no science of love
just the simple act of magic
mystic glow filling the spaces
I like how you drive home your point by repeating the line: "There is no science of love." (Yet we keep trying to find one, don't we?)
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The simple act of magic.... Yes!
ReplyDeleteReally like your refrain, "there is no science of love", and aren't we glad there is none.
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Beautiful, stunning, truth!
ReplyDeleteSo true. You would not want a science formula for love.
ReplyDeleteEven writing about love is so personal that with its formula and its reactions so different in every case it is mainly left to poets to describe such a phenomenon.
ReplyDeleteScience is the enemy of love, but that doesn't seem to stop some from trying to figure it out in a laboratory.
ReplyDeleteWrestling an angel to autopsy...what an arresting image...and how likely it would be to happen in some time and place...sadly..beautiful poem
ReplyDeleteNice flow, nice phrasing; nice read. Love still a mystery, huh?
ReplyDeleteLove difficult to dissect in a lab, I suppose.
ReplyDeleteLove difficult to dissect, yes...
ReplyDeleteLovely poem. Nice phrasing, repetition.
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